Yuan Hong's offensive was effortlessly dealt with by Ye Xiwen, and everyone outside the arena let out a sigh.
"Alas, Yuan Hong's true body isn't here. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been bullied to such an extent!" someone sighed, feeling indignant on Yuan Hong's behalf. Even if this was merely a clone, once he was defeated, the prestige he had accumulated over many years would be ruined in a single stroke.
"Could his true body really come over? Setting aside the fact that he is entering the final sprint to prepare for the Selection of Emperor Road, if their true bodies truly descended, it would amount to an elder bullying a junior. Even if they won, they would gain no good reputation!" someone said with a curl of his lip.
"Exactly. Although they are powerful, wanting to defeat the geniuses of this generation with only clones while at the same cultivation level is no different from a fantasy spun in the heavens. They are thinking far too much!"
"That's true. Which of this generation's Peerless Figures hasn't encountered one fortuitous opportunity after another? They have merely cultivated for too short a time. Otherwise, they would be fully capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with them. Suicidal Scholar is a prime example. With his cultivation of the Thunder Dao, his future prospects are immeasurable!"
"Suicidal Scholar, don't even think of defeating me!" Vitality burst forth from Yuan Hong once more as he leaped up from the ground. His aura gradually strengthened, as though he were unsealing the power within his body. He was a clone, and hidden within him was a strand of power his true body had buried there, ready to be released when needed.
Naturally, the consequences of doing so were exceedingly severe. He was only a clone and simply